AN: My new story…took me awhile to get it posted cause I didn't have much faith in it. I dedicate this chapter to StolenHope who helped me get the faith to post it. And the chapter name is his idea. Please review and tell me what you think
Warnings: violence and crude language.
The Unknown Fear
Chapter 1: Desert Eagle's and Racing Stripes The woman watched silently from her place. She watched the young boy grow up. She watched him have his first kiss, she watched as he went on his first date, she even saw him loose his virginity, she had watched him through everything. The woman had seen the young boy grow into a strong man. She saw as his heart broke to see his father leave yet again. She saw how he grew stronger because of that. She saw how he became a fighter like his father, but not as care free. He became hardened to a certain point.
He wasn't the same sweet child she watched grow up. Something in him had snapped. She watched as he turned to the worst possible thing he could ever do. She watched him kill with out a thought and be paid what he demanded. She saw how he slowly grew his hair out to a shoulder length mane. His onyx eyes become cold and calculating. The silly almost sheepish grin only found it's way on his face when he was near family, and even then it was rare.
She had watched over him since he was conceived. He wasn't even meant to live to see the outside world. The mother was suppose to have a miscarriage, but she had prevented that from happening. She watched silently from afar never questioning the reason why she had to watch over one measly person. It seemed silly that her of all people had to watch the half breed. The boy grew up into a man yet she was still ordered to watch him.
The woman scoffed at the stupidity of her superiorities. They didn't know anything. There was nothing special of this man. He was a killer, and a damn good one too. He killed because his father failed him. He took his pain out on others. The man made a career out of it. He lived in secret in the lives of people. Much like herself, but she lived in secret from the bright ones. He would never know she existed. She was the watcher of the boy and that is what she will do.
"All you do is watch." a young man came up to her. He had ebony skin, with dark curly hair. His face was always set in a pout, he was so feminine. She nodded never taking her eyes off what was happening below. He was lurking in a dark building about to take out a crime boss. "Well He wants to see you…I'll take over for the moment alright?" She looked up at his dark chocolate eyes and nodded.
She got up from her sitting position and began to walk the dreary trail to the house. It didn't take long, nothing ever did here. The woman brushed back her hair and went through the doors with mock confidence. He was sitting on the large throne. His golden face and pale blonde hair making her squint.
"I have come to talk to you about a project." his voice blasted through her. She nodded wanting him to go on. "I know you were angry when I gave you that job, and even more so when I took your speech away." she swallowed over the sudden lump in her throat. " I need you to do something drastic…."
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The warehouse smelt of shit piss, and stale pizza. The man crept
along the buildings wall. It's massive shadow covering him. Ahead of him were eight men. The one in the front was a short fat man with graying hair. He was looking at a suit case filled with something. The man in the shadows smirked. All of them were like that. Cocky and arrogant. That was why it was so easy to kill them. They believed no one would dare touch them.
The man in the shadows pulled out his .44 magnum desert eagle. Not the quietest way to take out the men, but he loved the gun. The cool metal felt perfect against his skin. He lifted the gun and aimed at the men. He pulled the trigger. The loud bang rang out through the near empty warehouse. None of the men even had time to react. Super speed came in handy. The man shot every single one of them in less then a few seconds. The gun was empty of bullets now, and steaming hot. Each of the men were laying on the floor a bullet through every single one of their heads.
The stench of blood clogged his nostrils as he went over to the dead bodies. The leader had slumped over the case as if he owned it after death. He wore a Valentino suit. The tie was a salmon pink. The man viciously kicked the dead off the bloody suit case. He picked it up by the handle and strode out the door. He got into the generic black Honda Civic and drove away from the daunting building. The man pulled out his pre paid cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hey I did the hit. You better have it cleaned up and I want my money when I get there." his voice was low and held a slight growl. He hung up not waiting for the reply. Driving around East city at twelve at night would be very dangerous, if he were a normal human being. He wasn't even really human. Parking in the back of a small restaurant the man got out of the car. There were two very burly men in front of the door, but he saw them start to sweat as he walked up with the still bloody suitcase.
"Sir." they said with a bow of their head. The man smirked and walked through the door. Inside was stuffy with smoke, and sweat. He walked through the small hallway and straight to the room to the left.
"You promised Mr. Fournier. I am just here to collect your due." he heard a smooth sultry woman's voice say as he walked in. she was wearing a gray coat, with black sheer tights under. She had four inch long heels on. Her skin was tinted gold, a slight contrast to her pale almost white blonde hair. It was in large curls around her head. The woman turned her icy gray eyes to the man. She looked back down to the frightened male.
The woman had one hand on his desk and the other on the back of his padded chair. She had been talking to his face intimidating him with her mere presence. She sighed and leaned away from the scared man. She wasn't going to get anywhere with him here. Instead she leaned against the wall going to wait till the man with the bloodied suitcase left. He eyes her with suspicion before talking.
"Here it is." he put the suitcase on top of the desk. Mr. Fournier's eyes lit up. He was a middle aged man, so he had some wrinkles here and there. He had pale skin and dark black hair that was getting some gray hairs from his work no doubt. Mr. Fournier looked at the woman.
"See I got you what you wanted." he swallowed against her steely gaze.
"My pay." the younger man growled. He was huge probably seven two at least. He had long wild hair that stood up in thick spikes at the back of his head. He also had bangs that hung over his eyes. He had creamy white skin and was very muscular. Mr. Fournier brought out two stacks of hundred dollar bills. Two thousand dollars all in all. The young man sent a glare at the woman but didn't leave.
"H-here t-t-take it." the older man said giving the bloody case to the woman. Her lip turned up in a snarl as she opened it. Inside was a large uncut diamond. It had to be at least three million. The assassin had no clue why the largely known Fournier would be afraid of a mere woman. She licked her pale kunzite lips.
"Very nice…but not what I want." her voice dropped dangerously low. She took the diamond out of the case and placed it in her bag. "I will be back to collect Mr. Fournier. If you do not give what is due I will have to do something nasty." she purred the last word. Standing up straight she left the room with out another word.
"Afraid of a woman I see." the man said with a sneer as he took his money and left. He got into his car and drove to his shitty apartment in downtown East City. The door to the complex wasn't even locked. He climbed up the badly in need of repair stone steps. His neighbors six month old was screaming it's head off. The people below him he could hear arguing as usual. Sighing he unlocked the six lock door.
The apartment wasn't much better. A small ripped recliner chair in front of a TV that looked like it belonged in the sixties. The carpet was stained with things unimaginable. The kitchen which was a step away consisted of a fridge that barely kept anything cold, and a stove. There were two doors. One led to the small bathroom, the other to his bedroom. The man dressed in all black went to the safe in his room. He punched in the numbers and pulled the door open. It was filled with cash. He shoved the two thousand he got that night. He closed it back up, and went to his dresser. He undressed into nothing but his boxers. He put his desert eagle under his pillow and fell asleep.
He woke up to the sound of his house phone shrilly ringing. The man groaned and combed a hand through his messy black hair. He got up from the small broken bed slowly and went into the living area. He picked the phone up from the floor. It was a cord phone so he couldn't go far.
"Ya?" he answered stifling a yawn.
"Goten! Good god bro what's wrong with you! Don't you have a damned answering machine?" his brother's angry concerned voice shot over the phone. Goten yawned again bored already. "Well?"
"What do you want Gohan?" he growled annoyed.
"Your mothers birthday that's what. It was yesterday." his more humane brother growled. Goten's anger simmered to nothing.
"Shit." he whispered. He had completely forgotten about his mothers birthday. He had spent the day tracking the damned fat man.
"Ya I know. You better get your sorry ass over here. She is heart broken…"
"Look I'm over there in a swift. I was busy with work, I totally spaced." he said tapping his foot waiting for his brother to hang up.
"Goten there is another thing…" his brother trailed off.
"What?" he growled growing annoyed once more.
"Dad's back." silence followed after and Gohan had to find that his brother had hung up on him.
Goten was planning on dressing as his mother liked, but his damned father would be there. Which meant he wasn't going to please his mother. He pulled on a tight gray shirt, with black denim jeans. He put on his doc martens, slipped on his shoulder holster with both his .9mm semi automatic pistols, then put on his long black trench coat. It was the middle of spring, but no one dared ask him why he wore the coat. He walked swiftly to his crappy car, the coat tails trailing after. The drive there was long and annoying.
They lived all the way in the mountains by West City. He would have flown, but then he would of have to see his damned father sooner. That man left when he was only seventeen. He left to train some village rat. His father knew nothing of family. He didn't realize he had responsibility as a father. He just left to go on an adventure with sickly desert trash. When he arrived at the small white domed house Goten took a calming breath.
He walked up the small stone path slowly. He looked to his brothers much larger house next to it. Shaking his head he kept walking up the steps where he felt everyone's ki. He opened the door slowly to see that his family was in the small living room. They turned their head to the front door. His eyes fell on his mother who had tears in her deep eyes. Goten swallowed.
"Sorry ma I got caught up in work and I couldn't get away from it. I'm sorry I didn't call..I didn't get back home till late." he said smoothly and went to his mother. She had long stripes of gray hair in her loose bun. She wore a blue dress, with dark purple baggy pants. His mother smiled at him and gave him a warm hug. He hugged her back with a small sad smile.
"Long time no see Uncle." his niece Pan said. She looked so grown up. He hadn't see her for almost a year now. She had to be around ten…maybe twelve or was it fourteen?
"You too squirt. Videl, Gohan it's nice to see you today." his eyes slid over the man next to his mother easily. He didn't even acknowledge his existence. Goten went to the nearest wall and leaned against it.
"Hey son it's nice to see you." his father said slowly. Goten crossed his arms with a slight nod. Finally he looked at his father. He looked almost the same except his skin was a deep olive toned and his gi was blue and yellow. He still had the same doe eyes, and crazy hair. He looked just as muscled, except Goten looked the bigger of the two. The man felt a satisfied smirk cross his face. He was probably stronger then the man he was forced to called father.
"I'm going to start lunch." Chi said with a large smile. All her family was finally home. There was an uncomfortable silence in the living room. No one dared to talk because of the more volatile man in the room.
"So..Uhh Son what do you do?" Goku asked suppressing a shiver. His son intimidated him for some reason. He looked cold, and dark. He no longer held the same innocent features, instead his face was more angled and stronger. His once large eyes were slits obscuring everything but his inky black irises. Goten growled a warning.
"You have no right to call me your son!" he hissed at the older man. It was low enough so Chi-Chi wouldn't hear.
"Okay okay sorry. Goten what do you do for work?" Goku swallowed confused at his son's hostile attitude. The young half breed snorted and rolled his eyes. Gohan cleared his throat nervously.
"Dad we don't talk about his work…" he whispered glancing at the kitchen doorway.
"Why not?" the gentle warrior asked bluntly. He looked straight at his youngest son. "Why don't they talk about your job Goten?" he said with as much force as he can muster. Goten looked his father in the eyes before saying.
"Mom doesn't like it, Gohan doesn't want Pan to be influenced by it, and they all think it is just plain evil." his mouth twitched into a smile at the last word, but it disappeared quickly.
"What do you do?" Goku didn't want to hear the answer anymore but he needed to know what had become of his son.
"Lunch is ready!" Chi yelled from the kitchen. They all went outside which was the only place they would fit really. Goten sat a little away from everyone else. He towered over everyone there anyhow. He had a very thick build. He was a tall brick wall. "Goten you have gotten larger since the last time I had seen you." his mom said with a sad smile.
"I hope I don't look fat." he said with mock terror. The group laughed.
"Whatcha doing to look that big Uncle?" Pan asked in between large bites of a chicken leg.
"Not that much…I only work out once a week." Goku's mouth dropped. How could his son only do that little and look like a beast? "Guess I'm just lucky you know?"
"Very lucky! Omg! The other week I was shopping with Bulla and she said she saw you. Did you see her?" Goten wracked his brain for the last time he talked to Bulla.
"Oh ya…I was at the…store." he said thinking his words through. Pan nodded and began talking again.
"Well anyways…she was all gooey eyed for you Uncle!" Pan giggled and began eating again. Goten snorted. Bulla had been very nervous when they were talking in the gun store. She was there to buy a knife. And because she was a super rich brat she was able to buy it with no hassle. The others talked to each other. Lunch went pretty well. Gohan, Videl, and Pan went to their house to do something, and Chi was cleaning all the dishes. That left Goten and Goku outside.
The younger man stared blankly ahead of him wanting to leave, but knowing it would hurt his mother's feeling if he left with out a good bye. So he sat there waiting for his mother to return. He saw from the corner of his eye his father squirming a bit. He resisted the urge to growl at the older man.
"What do you want to ask?" he growled at his father. The older warrior looked at his son who was seated perfectly crossed legged on the ground. How he managed to keep that position with such long legs he had no clue.
"What do you do for real?" he asked looking at his son's cold eyes. Goten sighed and reached into his trench coat. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at his father's head.
"Does this answer your question Goku?" he asked his hand completely still. Goku blinked a few times completely shocked.
"Why do you carry a gun?" he heard Goten's annoyed growl. He watched as Goten put the gun away.
"Damn you are an idiot Goku." Goten said it bluntly. He hadn't even turned the safety off, just pointed it at his father. He saw Goku go on the defensive. "I carry guns for your information because I professionally kill people." he saw Goku's mouth fall open.
"Why?" he whispered feeling completely empty. What would bring his son to do such a horrid thing?
"Someone important to me left and never came back…even though he promised to visit." Goten didn't look at his father. He couldn't the pain was too real. He stood up suddenly and stocked into the house. "Mom!" he yelled.
"Yes Goten?" Chi asked from the kitchen.
"I'm leaving thanks for the lunch." he said hugging his mother from behind. She turned around and hugged her son tightly. Since she hugged him inside of the trench coat she felt the gun holster and held back tears.
"Okay don't stay away so long afterward though!" she called to him as he left the house.
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"I've come to collect." her voice said to the terrified man in front of her. He let out a pitiful scream before she pulled the trigger of her custom made gold revolver. The handle was made out of a pale hard wood. And held the symbol of a snake, on the barrel the initials S.C. were engraved. the man's brain splattered behind him and his eyes instantly went blank. The smell of blood making her hungry.
The woman walked away from the scene and put her revolver back into her jacket. She emerged on the downtown streets of East City. The crappy city the man she had always watched lived in. At least here she had her voice. Sighing quietly to herself the woman walked into a twenty four hour restaurant. She sat at the farthest back table.
"What do you want ma'am?" the too-perky-for-two-in-the-morning waitress asked.
"I'll take the breakfast special." the woman leaned back in the old cushioned seat. The waitress left with out another word. She hated it down here. How foolish of him! To make her expose herself to the bright ones in this way. She spaced a few minutes when she felt someone sit across from her. She opened her eyes to see the one she watched, Goten, staring at her. "Did you know it is impolite to stare?"
"Yes. But I want to know who are you?" he said with a slight growl. At that moment her food came. The waitress sat down the large plate. It had an omelet that looked stuffed full, three peaces of crispy bacon, hash browns, and a peace of toast. The woman picked up the piece of bacon and bit it slowly.
"Oh do you want anything sir?" the waitress asked a blush forming on her cheeks. Goten glanced at her and shook his head. She went away.
"I'll ask you one more time who are you?" Goten asked growing more angry as each moment passed. She merely ate the strip of bacon. He growled. Sighing the woman put down the meat and looked at him dead in the eye. Her hostile gray eyes boring into his.
"I do what you do." she answered simply and picked up her fork with a gloved hand. Only one of her hands were gloved though. She began to eat the omelet.
"No you don't. Something is different about you." he shook his head.
"You kill for money correct?" her bluntly asked question caught him off guard. He nodded. "I kill for something much much more valuable. Do not ask questions you do not want to hear the answers to." her almost emotionless voice said. She finished the omelet and went onto the hash browns.
"Fine then. Will you be a competition to me?" Goten asked only to get a chill. She laughed and it seemed the rooms temp. had turned down a few notches.
"Don't you know all killers are enemies of each other." her smile was malicious. He smirked.
"Then I will have to kil-" he stopped dead in the sentence when he felt a gun push against his crotch.
"You are a foolish boy if you think you can kill me." her voice seemed to shoot icicles up his back. The pressure of the gun didn't move away from his man hood.
"How did you pull it out so quickly?" he hadn't even seen her move. She smirked and removed her gun from his privates. He saw a glimpse of gold before it was back in her jacket. A smile curved onto his lips. He could use her. "The names Goten you?"
"Just call my Lil." her gray eyes held no insight into what she was feeling. Goten sat back on the worn cushions of the seat and watched her eat. She ate one small bite at a time. Gracefully lifting the food to her small full lips before slowly reaching out and taking it off the fork. Her chewing was slow. It was as if she was savoring every bite as if it were going to be her last.
"So Lil what pay do you get anyways?" he asked his fingers tapping against the table. She swallowed and put down her fork.
"I told you before do not ask questions you do not want the answers to." she threw a twenty on the table and got up. "I will be leaving." Lil said with an inward sigh. She didn't want to act so cold towards him, but she wasn't here on this plane to watch him. She was here for something much more dangerous.
She felt him follow her out. Lil saw his crappy little car across the parking lot. Smiling quietly to herself she turned towards her '68 GT 500 Shelby mustang. It was gray with black racing stripes. Her heels clicked against the pavement. Lil unlocked the car before looking at the larger man. He was quite over powering in person, but it just added to his deadly looks.
"You like?" her perfectly shaped eyebrow rose in question. Goten snorted and nodded. A smile twitched on her lips, but she kept it from forming. "Goodbye Goten." she got in and started the engine before pealing out.
Lil drove towards the more uppity part of East city. The streets turned from dank and dirty, to grassy islands in the middle of the streets and peaceful quiet. One more job and she was done for the night. Looking at the dash board the clock read 2 a.m.. That damn fool better be up, or she would do more then collect. When the stores finally turned into suburban homes she stopped the car. Getting out and locking it Lil walked the rest of the way.
As was planned the man was awake in his house. All lights off except one. There was a bike in the lawn. It looked to be cotton candy pink, with silvery tassels hanging from the handle bars. There was a welcome mat on the floor. This part of town was asleep. Not even a dog stirred. Knocking on the door Lil felt the air around her chill.
"He plans on begging mistress." "Swearing that he never did such a thing!" the whispers continued in their hissed dialect. She shook them off. The man that opened the door looked shot with nerves. His dirty blonde hair was sticking to skin, his baby blue eyes were blood shot. She could see he had been crying. He stepped aside. The wall was decorated with pictures of a little girl with cherry red hair. She looked like her father except the hair.
"I know what I said then, but I didn't do it!" he fell to his knees. Lil sighed and turned to close the door. The click of the lock made him begin to
cry.
"Have they left?" her voice turned the air ice. With big fat tears rolling down his shaven cheeks the man nodded.
"I only wanted her to conceive…I never wanted this!" his pleading blue eyes didn't phase the woman.
"You made a deal you could not break. You were told the rules, the time limit. Five years was given. I have come to collect." the shot that rang out woke the slumbering world. Lil slowly licked the blood from her lips. He had been a messy one. Sighing she walked out into the rising world. No one noticed the pale blonde woman as they ran by, they didn't notice her cruel smirk as her heels clicked against the pavement. They didn't even feel themselves shiver as they brushed passed her.
AN: I got the story idea randomly while watching TV. Review and tell me what you thought.
